Bitter In Love Novels & Stories

" She continued kissing my neck and moved downwards to my chest. Her hands found my zipper which she pulled down gently. My body shievered feeling her cold hand stroking my manhood. She tried her best to arouse me but as usual my mind was still stuck with the woman who hurt me the most. Before anything could happen the room's door burst open revealing a familiar figure standing at the door with an annoying look. That familiar figure entered the room with a pissed off mood. It didn't take much time for me to understand that the person was none other than Ankush. My best friend. The girl tried to go away seeing my friend but I ordered her to not leave me. " Your father is becoming crazy due to

"Love? Who said that I don't love you, Mervin? Can't you see that I am dying to have you? Just tell me. Why not me? Why her and not me?" "That's the question you should be asking." He paused. Then he added " Miranda, you are obsessed with me, Which ain't cool. We are incompatible in many ways. My heart cannot beat for someone like you. You are just the devil's sister in disguise of a human being" After raining all the disheartening words to Miranda. Mervin did not spare another glance at Miranda before locating the door. "No. This cannot be happening. I will never give up on you! You are mine, Mervin, I love you!!"

I am Aurelia Giliam, I am hated by my family and I crave to feel any type of love. I am stuck in an endless cycle of trying to get the love of people who I know will never give me it. I am bitter, I am angry. I hate this.

I insert a joke to lighten the situation since I did just reject his proposal. "I love you, Eve." "No you don't. That's just lust." I kneel in front of him when he refuses to stand, so we can talk face to face. "Look," I touch his right arm softly, where the tattoo used to be, "You don't have my name anymore. Because you hate me. What we have right now is just lust. You lust me, Augustine. You don't love me. This is the after-effect of sex." "So it's a no?"

I commented sarcastically. -"I want you to know that I don't usually hang out with these kinds of women. I don't like paying for love." -"You only pay to have a wife" -"Please Melina, don't....You know that is not true. I will not tolerate you degrading yourself." -"Οh! How thoughtfull of you!" I said sarcastically. -"I mean it! Yesterday was only work for me!" -"Yes...yes everyone saw it in the picture! It was an unbearable sacrifice for you! You clearly had a bad time" I taunted him.

how I will handle Valentina again? VALENTINA ( POV ) Feeling bitter is a failure to love yourself, to see my own emotions with true clarity. For when I do, though I have been hurt so very much, there is the serenity that makes moving onwards possible, that opens new doors to new loves and new chances for myself growth. My battle is always with myself, to become my better self. So, love myself, become sweeter and I will be okay.

Any other woman would have taken the easy way out and accepted the proposal I offered, but not Andrea. Little did she realize that the more she fought me, the stronger my determination to have her in my life was. Yes, I was obsessed with her! I wanted to relive those moments I spent with her for a month in my bachelor pad in Athens. Andrea wasn’t so bitter towards me then. I knew she used to have a crush on me! She had agreed readily to move in with me. Then why couldn’t she now? There has been no improvement in my situation even after five long years. Flashback Five Years Ago

You don’t become this bitter unless you truly were in love once and were destroyed by it. Love is truly a powerful thing. His analogy kind of works. People are more likely to be hurt or killed by someone they loved or claimed to love than by someone they hated. People will always say ‘I’d never hurt them, I love them’, but love has been a powerful motivator for crimes throughout history. Just look at me. Jartre and I both hurt Yildiz, but it was me, the one who loves her who hurt her the most. So it’s true, love can either save you or it can kill you. Jartre loved Apaki, and it destroyed him. The fun, adventurous – though egotistical – God that he once was is now just a sad, angry, bitter pe

Eleanor I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the taste of betrayal. Bitter doesn’t cover it. Acidic comes close, but even that feels too delicate, too poetic, for what it does to your heart when it detonates in your chest. It started with the scent.

She sobbed, "I’m pregnant with your child too! But why is she the only one in your heart?" I had known for a long time that my cousin had secretly liked Jack. But because he was my boyfriend, she had never confessed her feelings. But Anna, wasn't Jack's love for you over so many years enough? You took him from me, took the title of his fiancee—was that still not enough? You even took my mother away from me. And in the end, you even stole my baby. Jack sneered. "You drugged me back then and made me mistake you for Laura. Do you really think I would have married you otherwise? Our engagement was just my way of getting back at her. The one I've loved all along has only ever been her!"